I've wanted to write this for so long.
It'll be two chapters long. Second chapter tomorrow.
Sitting on the roof of his house, Kaitou, clad in Kid's trademark uniform, stared longingly out into the moon. His face, for once, was blank, lacking his distinctive Kid grin. His white suit fluttered protectively around him as Kaito curled his fingers tighter around the Pandora Crystal. Involuntarily, memories of his father resurfaced his mind.
Father. They killed him for it. This so-called magical jewel. It wasn't fair. All his father wanted was a peaceful world. One where he could live happily with his family - one where everyone could live happily with their families.
The Pandora glinted, bloody red, under the moonlight, as Kaito grasped it angrily in his gloved hand.
Would his father be proud? He finished the job just for him.
Kaito shook his head. Finished? No. No, not yet. There was still much to do.
The Jewel had to be destroyed, so no one could EVER get their hands on it. And there was also the case of Kid himself. The character his father created - the one Kaito adopted to avenge his father.
Now that the Pandora Crystal was gone, would Kid have to disappear as well? That would probably be the case. After all, the job was done, and the quicker Kaitou disappeared, the harder time the Organization would have trying and track him down.
He stroked his suit possessively. The silk felt nice to his touch.
But… but, not matter how easy he was able to say it, doing it was another matter. Kid, although it hadn't been that long, was apart of him now. Kid gave him a purpose. A way to express his love for magic and tricks while helping humanity at the same time.
Granted he wasn't always helpful; misleading others, playing tricks on the officers –especially Aoko's father. Stealing other treasures that clearly had nothing to do with the crystal. But it was needed.
He had to keep the police off his trail and his goal.
He couldn't help it. No one was suppose to - allowed to - get hurt -not on his watch. His task was too dangerous for the police. He had to do it - for his father - for all the families. He had to do it alone.
From his first lesson of magic to his last, his father had trained him.
Poker Face.
That was his first lesson. It had been so helpful during his missions. Without it, he would have failed. Many times. Without it, there would've been no way he could have become Kaitou Kid. Without it… he didn't want to think what would have happened if he hadn't learnt it.
The thing was, he did. And it was all thanks to his father.
Perhaps Touichi didn't expect Kaito to become to the Kid, perhaps he did. Kaito didn't care. All he knew was that it had to be done. The Black Organization was his responsibility. His father and him. No one else could get involved.
His father left him this responsibility when he died. Whether anyone wanted him to or not, he was going to finish the job himself.
This was family related (in a way). His father would have wanted this.
...
Kaito gave a smile, fingering his monocle.
It was funny how this little thing could protect his whole identity. It was funny that his father thought of it. Where did he get it in the first place?
Kaito shook his head; his thoughts were running wild again. He needed to get back on topic. He needed to destroy the crystal. Now.
Like the Phantom Thief he claimed to be, Kaito jumped softly though the window below him, slipping in without a sound. The window had been left open as he planned. As he slipped in through the crack without even the telltale creak of the floorboards below him, Kaito couldn't help but feel a jolt of excitement tingle his skin. The rush, the adrenaline, the feeling of a plan well executed; it was like sneaking into buildings full of police and snatching the jewel right under their very noses. It was the feeling of accomplishment. He never realized how much fun he had during the heists - he would miss them so much.
Reaching to the room, Kaito pushed aside the painting of his father. He jumped in, wordlessly, soundlessly, fearlessly. He'd been here many times before.
The Kid's room.
Kaitou's lair. Everything he needed was in here, hidden in the safety of his own home.
With purposeful stride, Kaito walked straight to his target without a look back. With relish, he flung open a drawer, equipment clanging dangerously inside. His hand snatched up a sharp cane without a second glace, and quickly positioned himself above the crystal. Eye on the prize, his hand rose sharply, and - and... quietly shook with fear.
...
This was his dream. He always dreamt of doing this, so why was he shaking? Why was he so scared?
The answer came to him as he asked.
He would loose a little bit of his father if he did this.
Every heist he held, he knew it was for his father. Every time he did magic to distract the police, his father came to mind. Everyday, while planning a robbery, he knew his father would be right there beside him, rooting him on.
If the crystal was gone, what else would there be to remind Kaito of him?
What else would there be?
...
The cane slipped from his weak grasp, hitting the floor with a loud clang as it rolled off to the side. The crystal fell beside it with a thud, echoing through his house.
Kaito drew back into a corner. He couldn't do it!
He wrapped his silky cape around himself, seeking warmth - protection. He slid wordlessly to the floor.
Why? Why now?
He had hoped for this moment for so long. Why couldn't he do it? Kaito could feel his eyes blur. Why couldn't he fulfill his father's last wish?
His top hat fell to the floor, discarded. Unwanted. His monocle was thrown in with it.
He didn't deserve the costume. Not at all. Never, if he couldn't fulfill its late owner's ambition.
...
...
The sounds of bare feet padded towards him.
Kaito didn't look up. If it was the police, he deserved to get caught.
A hand gently picked up the thrown monocle and top hat, and dusted them off. A hand was tenderly placed on his head, patting him, soothing him from his weeping.
"Don't cry, Kaito dear."
It was his mother.
Arms slid around him, hugging him. Trying to lift him from his gloomy spirits. "I'm always here beside you." she whispered softly.
He broke down at that.
Minutes, if not, hours passed. His tears started to dry.
"You can do it, son. Touichi believes in you. I do too."
How could he do it? He would loose the only part of his father left in this world. The Gem, Kid. They'd both have to disappear.
His mother could read his thought. "He'll still be here. In our pictures, on our minds. No matter what, no one will forget him. Not you, not me, not anyone."
Kaito listened.
"You'll be a great magician. You'll make everyone happy, like he did. You'll help every one remember the name Touichi with your magic, won't you?"
He nodded, not speaking. Afraid his voice would betray him.
His mother slid his hat on his head. She did the same with the monocle. "Destroy the crystal, won't you?" She asked soothingly as she got up, "It was what he would've wanted."
The words struck something in his chest, his heart. Kaito swiftly got up as well, trying to suppress his swaying. A slow burning fire began to light up in his cerulean eyes once more.
"It was what he would've wanted."
It was like the magic words of the performance.
...
Kaito took a deep breath, holding in his tears. If this was what his father wanted…
He swallowed his worries, he suppressed his fear. He cast aside his doubts and concerns as Kaito focused solely on the Pandora before him. His breathing hitched as he staggered over to the crystal. His mother was beside him every step.
Chikage lifted her son's hand, lightly putting the cast-aside cane into their limp clutch. she closed her hand around his own, smiling encouragingly as he looked up at her. "Go on." she urged.
Kaito's jaw clenched, trying to work a confident smile on his face. It failed, but his mother understood anyways, Kaito knew. He was ready. He could do this. He clutched his cane tightly. His mother's presence, and encouraging spirit gave him strength.
His mother believed in him. His father did as well. He had to finish the job.
For both of them.
He took the cane, he took gem.
One…
Two…
Three!
Katio shattered the crystal in one smooth movement.
Red sparkling shards scattered across the room like a tornado, whipping his black hair across his sweating face. His hair clung to his face. Silence clung to the air. Breathing seemed almost inexistent. And amongst this, Kaito stared, eyes wide and unseeing at the broken crystal before him, paralyzed. Did he really do it?
He swayed.
His emotions were all mixed up. Should he be happy the crystal was gone? Or should he be sad?
How was he supposed to feel?
The powder flew around him as the turned to face his mother. His cape swept the remains behind him. His tears threatened to fall once more.
His mother ran up and embraced him in a hug.
"There, there, let it all out."
Kaito did as he was told.
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